The Prologue. I live in Nikolaev, a regional center in the south of Ukraine. Not in the most developed regions. Many who leave do not want to come back.
I walk around the street in my headphones, a grandmother hits me and begins to say something to me. I take off the headphones and hear: "How do I get out of here?". Soon on the machine I issue: "from Nikolaev?". She looked at me like a sick man and went away.